C23 (1/2)

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Qin Xiao Yu smirked and nodded, the strength in his hands made Liao Tian Yi feel the pain, ”Goodbye.”

Mo Yue Chen glanced at the two of them with a deeper meaning in his eyes, he grinned, then nodded to them before taking Qin Yu Xuan and leaving.

After they left, the fake smile on Qin Xiao Yu's face disappeared, and the intense jealousy and hatred in his eyes appeared. She fiercely stomped his feet twice, and scolded in a low voice, ”Stop pretending!” She was not satisfied with not having the upper hand.

Pulling Liao Tian Yi's arm away, Qin Xiao Yu said sarcastically, ”Look! She, Qin Yu Xuan, was a vain and shameless woman! After climbing onto Mo Yue Chen, she dressed up like a stage miss! I'm afraid that no one will know that she's with a potential financial backer! ”

Liao Tian Yi's face turned cold, he looked at her gloomily, then turned and left without saying a word.

Qin Xiao Yu was shocked, he shouted at his back, ”Liao Tian Yi, stop right there!”

Liao Tian Yi's feet kept on leaving her with only a view of his back. Seeing that he was ignoring his, Qin Xiao Yu angrily smashed his bag, and chased after him with his high heels.

Qin Yu Xuan buckled up her seat, and when she lifted his head, he found that Mo Yue Chen's gaze was still fixated on her body, deep in thought.

A trace of unfathomable emotion flashed past his eyes. He retracted his gaze and used both hands to support the steering wheel as he started to reverse the car.

Qin Yu Xuan did not understand what his gaze meant, and her eyebrows knitted slightly, as she said softly, ”What … You stare at me like that and you don't say anything. ”

When the car was backed out of the parking space, Mo Yue Chen had a playful smile on his lips, and only then did he reply to her, ”Just now, when Qin Xiao Yu said that he wanted to buy underwear, your nails hurt my palm.”

He extended his five slender fingers and placed his palm in front of her. There were still a few shallow imprints of the crescent moon on his palm that had yet to fade.

After Qin Yu Xuan saw the marks, she grabbed onto her seat belt in shame: ”Sorry, does it hurt?”